The other day I was surfing (I know I sound really cool, hey) (but trust me, I have managed to take the coolness out of surfing) (I believe ... dumping would be closer to the sport that I have newly taken up) (regardless) the other day I was dumping and it was early, around 7am. Seems like every bloody man and his board had the same idea on this sunny, crisp morning (my ocean). I don't like getting in the boys way or taking their waves for that matter. It's too much pressure